, Intermediate Level 2, Leaving the City!

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The ancient capital academy truly lives up to its reputation as a leading institution in necromancy research within the country. Every class here felt like opening a door to a new world for Logo.

The advanced theories that were completely unavailable in Bo City, such as "The Purification and Transformation of Undead Death Energy," "Compatibility Analysis of Different Corpse Pieces," and even "The Nourishment and Growth of the Soul Fire," captivated Logo. He was like a parched sponge, frantically absorbing the vast ocean of knowledge here.

Besides the explosive growth in theoretical knowledge, the cultivation environment here is also exceptionally favorable.

The ancient capital is crisscrossed with a complex network of death energy beneath its surface, and its academy is built upon several massive spiritual veins of this death energy. For ordinary people, living here long-term might shorten their lifespan, but for necromancers, this place is paradise.

He attended classes during the day and cultivated in the meditation room filled with a high concentration of death energy at night. In addition, with the continuous nourishment from the residual energy of the Earthly Holy Spring, Logo's cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.

half a month later.

An ancient capital academy, a meditation room exclusively for necromancy majors.

Logo sat cross-legged, surrounded by thick black mist. In his mental world, the vast necromantic nebula was slowly rotating, and the forty-nine stars shone brightly, their arrangement seemingly undergoing some kind of mysterious transformation.

"break!"

With a low shout from Logo, the mental world suddenly trembled.

The already sizable nebula expanded outwards again, the starlight growing even deeper and darker, as if connecting to the deepest hell. The sense of control over the deathly aura of the undead instantly reached a new level!

Necromancer, Intermediate Level 2!

Just half a month!

If word got out about this speed, even the scions of noble families would be so ashamed they'd want to crawl into a hole.

Logo opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Mid-tier, level two. My total magical energy has doubled, and the number and range of undead I can control have also greatly increased. Now, I'm finally qualified to go out of the city alone and take a look."

In the ancient capital, if you want to leave the city at night, you either need to join a skilled hunter team or be a mid-level mage. Although Logo could have gone out earlier, he was being cautious and waited until he reached the second level of mid-level undead before venturing out.

If it's not hot, then it's like delivering takeout to the dead.

The next day, Logo went to the Clock Tower Magic Association to complete his strength certification and received a badge with a skull and two bones.

The atmosphere at the north gate of the ancient capital was somber.

The towering city walls, dozens of meters high, were densely covered with defensive magic arrays, their purple glow swirling in the night. Armed military mages patrolled the walls, vigilantly watching the distant, dark wasteland.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

At the city gate, a guard in military armor stopped Logo.

Logo didn't speak, but simply pointed to the badge on his chest that gleamed coldly under the streetlight.

"Necromancer...mid-level?" The guard paused, then, using the lamplight, recognized Logo's unusually young face. A flicker of shock crossed his eyes. "Such a young mid-level mage? And a necromancer at that?"

Although surprised, rules are rules. The badge couldn't be faked; the magical fluctuations on it were clearly visible.

"Although you are entitled to leave the city, I still have to remind you." The guard turned to the side and opened the heavy little door. "The deathly aura is stronger than usual tonight, and things outside might be more restless. Don't go too far, and come back as soon as you hear the bells from the clock tower."

Thanks.

Logo nodded, tightened his trench coat, and stepped across the boundary between life and death.

Stepping out of the city gate felt like entering a completely different world.

The hustle and bustle of the city was instantly shut out, replaced by a deathly silence and a biting, eerie wind.

The ground beneath their feet was no longer a hard cement road, but had turned into soft, grayish-black rotten soil. A nauseating stench filled the air, the smell of rotting corpses mixed with mud.

This is the countryside of the ancient capital.

Here, the day belongs to the living, and the night belongs to the dead.

Every time the sun sets and the yang energy dissipates, the spirits of the dead who have been sleeping underground will awaken, break through the soil, and enjoy their own revelry.

"This aura...it's truly captivating."

Logo took a deep breath, the eerie light in his eyes brighter than the stars in the sky. He could clearly sense countless faint flames of soul energy flickering and struggling to emerge from the earth beneath his feet.

He didn't linger at the city gate, but instead flashed away and sped into the depths of the wasteland.

After running about five kilometers and confirming that there were no other mages around, Log stopped on a small hill.

"Come out for some fresh air, my generals."

Logo waved his hands, and two pitch-black spatial rifts tore open in front of him.

"Awooo—!!!"

The first to rush out was the skeletal wolf, which had been starving and thirsty for a long time. After being nurtured for a while, its bones had become more and more translucent like jade, and its size had grown even larger, with ghostly fire almost overflowing from its eye sockets.

Immediately afterwards, a deep and intimidating tiger roar rang out.

A colossal tiger, its body covered in thick, undead armor and radiating a ghostly aura, slowly strode out. This was Logo's second servant-level advanced-stage undead ghost tiger!

Its entire body was jet black, every muscle containing explosive power, and its eerie blue eyes revealed cruelty and cunning. If the Bone Demon Wolf was a berserker charging into battle, then the Netherworld Corpse Tiger was the king of assassins lurking in the shadows.

"roar……"

Hundreds of meters ahead, the soft soil began to churn, and rotting arms burst forth. Then, a dozen ragged, foul-smelling carcasses staggered to their feet. They smelled the scent of living beings, letting out sickening growls as they swarmed toward Logo.

These lowest-ranking servant-level undead are everywhere in the ancient capital, making them ideal targets for newbies to hone their skills.

Logo looked at the sluggish, decaying corpses, a cold smile playing on his lips, and waved his hand:

"Go on, dinner's ready."

The skeletal wolf and the ghostly corpse tiger, already starving and thirsty, instantly transformed into two afterimages and rushed out.

This was a one-sided massacre.

With its astonishing speed, the Bone Wolf charged straight into the horde of corpses. Each swing of its massive bone claws easily shattered the fragile skulls of the carcasses, while its sharp fangs sliced ​​enemies in half like scissors.

The Netherworld Corpse Tiger was even more ferocious. Relying on its indestructible corpse armor, it completely ignored the scratches and claws of the rotting corpses, charging rampaging through them. With each pounce, it crushed a rotting corpse into a bloody pulp.